For a moment Spring was here.
For a moment my song was clear.
For a moment joy danced around.
For a moment new hope was found.
But now I, silent, sit and mourn.
Spring’s promise into scraps is torn.
Where the sun so warm and bright,
From early dawn ’till sunset’s night?
Gone away and left behind,
Dank laden airs, all so unkind.
How can I sing my song of love,
While stifling mists press down above?